_Gal_. Constancy! and wou’dst thou have me one of those dull Lovers, who believe it their Duty to love a Woman ‘till her Hair and Eyes change Colour, for fear of the scandalous Name of an Inconstant? No, my Passion, like great Victors, hates the lazy stay; but having vanquisht, prepares for new Conquests. _Fil_. Which you gain as they do Towns by Fire, lose ‘em even in the taking; thou wo’t grow penitent, and weary of these dangerous Follys. _Gal_. But I am yet too young for both: Let old Age and Infirmity bring Repentance,--there’s her feeble Province, and even then too we find no plague like being deprived of dear Woman-kind. _Fil_. I hate playing about a Flame that will consume me. _Gal_. Away with your antiquated Notions, and let’s once hear sense from thee: Examine but the whole World, _Harry_, and thou wilt find a beautiful Woman the Desire of the noblest, and the Reward of the bravest. _Fil_. And the common Prize of Coxcombs: Times are alter’d now, _Frank_; why else shou’d the Virtuous be cornuted, the Coward be caress’d, the Villain roll with six, and the Fool lie with her Ladyship? _Gal_. Mere accident, Sir; and the kindness of Fortune: but a pretty witty young Creature, such as this _Silvianetta_ and _Euphemia_, is certainly the greatest Blessing this wicked World can afford us. _Fil_. I believe the lawful enjoyment of such a Woman, and honest too, wou’d be a Blessing. _Gal_. Lawful Enjoyment! Prithee what’s lawful Enjoyment, but to enjoy ’.m according to the generous indulgent Law of Nature; enjoy ‘em as we do Meat, Drink, Air, and Light, and all the rest of her common Blessings?-- Therefore prithee, dear Knight, let me govern thee but for a Day, and I will shew thee such a _Signiora_, such a Beauty, another manner of piece than your so admired _Viterboan, Donna Marcella_, of whom you boast so much. _Fil_. And yet this rare piece is but a Curtezan, in coarse plain _English_ a very Whore,--who filthily exposes all her Beauties to him can give her most, not love her best. _Gal_. Why, faith, to thy comfort be it spoken, she does distribute her Charms at that easy rate. _Fil_. Oh, the vast distance between an innocent Passion, and a poor faithless Lust! _Gal_. Innocent Passion at _Rome_! Oh, ‘tis not to be nam’d but in some Northern Climate: to be an Anchoret here, is to be an Epicure in _Greenland_; impossibilities, _Harry_. Sure thou hast been advising with Sir _Signal Buffoon’s_ Governour, that formal piece of Nonsense and Hypocrisy. _Fil_. No, faith, I brought the humour along with me to _Rome_; and for your Governour I have not seen him yet, though he lodge in this same House with us, and you promis’d to bring me acquainted with him long since. _Gal_. I’ll do’t this very minute. _Fil_. No, I’m oblig’d not to engage my self this Evening, because I expect the arrival of Count _Julio_, whose last Letters assured me it would be to night.